Vegas, Baby: The Complete Series by Fiona Davenport
5
Knox
Inever expected to be standing at the altar in my sisters’ wedding chapel, let alone waiting for a woman I’d only met hours before. Even after seeing the girls fall so quickly for the men in their lives, I hadn’t truly believed in love at first sight—at least not when it came to me. But when I spotted Addilyn on stage, I finally got it. And watching my gorgeous woman walk down the aisle toward me made all the shit I was bound to get when my family found out that I’d gotten my ring on her finger the same night we met worth it.
Her dress was a cock-hardening mixture of sweet and sexy. The lacy top was delicate, and the soft material flowed down her legs from her waist, but the neckline plunged all the way down her chest, giving me a tempting view of her luscious tits. And when she walked forward, the split on both sides of her skirt treated me to the view of her long and gorgeous legs. She was stunning, and I couldn’t wait for her to get to me. Striding down the aisle to meet her halfway, I laced my fingers through hers with one hand and cupped her cheek with the other as I brushed my lips over her mouth. “You’re so damn gorgeous.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Her brown eyes darkened as her gaze swept down my body and back up again. “Dang, I almost forgot how hot you were while I was getting ready.”
I loved how open she was about her attraction to me. It was sexy as fuck. Pulling her close, I devoured her mouth in a deep kiss. I didn’t pull away until the officiant cleared his throat behind us. After aiming a glare his way, I led Addilyn over and turned to face him with her hand still held in mine.
“Don’t forget these,” Amanda whispered as she thrust a big bouquet of pale purple roses into Addilyn’s free hand.
She lifted them to her nose and inhaled deeply. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me.” Amanda waved off her gratitude with a smile. “Knox is the one who picked them out while you were getting changed.”
Addilyn’s plump lips curved up in a pleased grin as she turned to me. “Thanks, hubby-to-be.”
Knowing she was going to be my wife in the next five to ten minutes had my cock pressing hard against my zipper. I was going to have a hell of a time keeping it in my pants tonight, but I had no doubt the wait would be worth it when she was sober in the morning, and I could finally sink inside her hot little pussy. “You’re welcome, baby.” Giving in to the temptation my gorgeous bride presented, I brushed my lips over hers again. “I’m glad you like them.”
Her smile widens. “What’s not to like about two dozen of my favorite roses wrapped with a ribbon that matches my dress?”
Amanda mumbled something about me being a flower thief under her breath, and I scowled at her. When she looked like she was ready to back out of the chapel, I tempered my expression. The last thing I needed was for her to go running because then I’d need to hunt down someone else to witness our marriage. I didn’t want to run the risk of Addilyn having time to change her mind, so I flashed an apologetic smile at Amanda.
In all fairness, I had commandeered the flowers that had been meant for a ceremony tomorrow. I had also ordered her to sneak a peek at the dress Addilyn had picked out to make sure the bouquet went with it. Then I’d stood over her shoulder while she put it together to make sure everything was perfect for my bride. I was willing to admit that I’d been an asshole, especially considering she was going to need to get replacement flowers for the other couple, but I also knew I’d do it again if Addilyn’s beaming smile was my reward. I was more than willing to go to whatever lengths it took to make her happy.
Amanda held her position next to Addilyn, and the officiant started the ceremony. When he got to the part about exchanging rings, my beautiful bride’s smile faltered. “Oh, no! Is our marriage still legal if we skip that part because we don’t have any—”
Her brown eyes widened in shock and her words trailed off when she spotted the jewelry box I’d just taken out of my pocket. After flipping the box open with my thumb, I pulled the bridal set out so I was ready to slide it onto Addilyn’s finger.
“Whoa! Where did you get those?” Addilyn gasped, peering down at the three-carat oval diamond engagement ring and matching diamond-studded wedding band in awe.
“I made a call to the jeweler while you were shopping for a dress and had them dropped off when you were getting ready,” I explained.
“Double whoa! I had no idea it was possible to just call up for something like these.” She traced her fingertip over the platinum band of the engagement ring.
Amanda looked at the bouquet before saying, “With the power Knox has around here, he can snap his fingers and get pretty much anything he wants.”
“Like me,” Addilyn giggled, swaying on her feet toward me.
Knowing my bride was still drunk as hell, I gave the officiant a look to let him know to get on with the ceremony. I slid my rings on her finger at the appropriate time. Then I reached into my other pocket when he mentioned my ring. It was also platinum with a satin finish and beveled edges. I’d asked for the biggest width and thickness available because I was damn proud to wear a symbol of our commitment to each other for everyone to see.
“You really pulled out all the stops,” Addilyn murmured as she slid my ring onto my finger.
“Damn straight, I did.” As soon as she suggested we get married tonight, I’d run with it. Each time my conscience reared its head, telling me that I shouldn’t take advantage of Addilyn’s drunken idea, I forced it down and reminded myself that the truth came out when people were drunk. She wouldn’t have thought of marrying me unless she actually wanted to. Plus, I would’ve talked her into it soon enough if she hadn’t suggested it tonight. She was meant to be my wife. Period.
When the officiant finally got to the part where I could kiss the bride, I lowered my head and claimed Addilyn’s mouth in a passionate kiss. I tangled one of my hands in her hair at the back of her head and pressed the other against the smooth skin exposed by her dress at her lower back. I didn’t lift my head until Amanda mumbled, “Uh, maybe you guys should get a room.”
“Great idea!” Addilyn cried, pulling on my arm to lead me down the aisle and out of the chapel. “Where’s the registration desk?”
“No need for that.” I guided her to the elevators and slid in my identification card to access the penthouse floor where I had a suite. Drew had insisted on making it available to me because of the hours I kept, and I’d eventually gotten rid of my apartment since I was rarely there. I’d never been happier to live at the hotel than now, only minutes away from getting my new wife into the privacy of the space I called home.
Pressing her against the wall inside the elevator, a deep growl crept up my throat as I kissed her. I knew damn well that the footage on the cameras in here wasn’t watched as closely as the ones on the casino floor, but I hated even the slightest possibility of one of my men seeing Addilyn in a state of arousal. Luckily, the ride up was quick since my card allowed us to bypass the other floors, and the doors quickly slid open again.
Sweeping Addilyn into my arms, I carried her down the hall to my door and waved my card in front of the knob to unlock it. I strode through the living room and straight into my bedroom with her still in my arms. When I set her on the edge of my bed, my need for her grew fiercer. Reluctantly pulling away from her, I strode toward my walk-in closet. “I’ll get you one of my shirts and a pair of boxers to sleep in.”
“But—”
I didn’t give her the chance to argue before I ducked into my closet, but it turned out to be a tactical error because she used the moment I was gone to strip out of her dress. The soft material was pooled at her feet on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a white lace panty and bra set. “Fuck,” I groaned, shoving my shirt and boxers into her hands. “Put these on, baby. I only have so much willpower when it comes to you.”
“Why do you need any?” A lock of dark hair nestled between her breasts when she tilted her head to the side. “Isn’t it customary for the groom to ravish his virgin wife on their wedding night?” Her lips formed a sexy pout and my cock throbbed painfully.
“Not when she’s had too much to drink and won’t remember it in the morning,” I grumbled as I pulled the shirt down over her head and helped her stick her arms through the holes before pulling the boxers up her legs. Keeping my eyes averted from the spot where I could smell her sweet arousal was one of the hardest things I’d ever done in my life.
“Fine,” she huffed with a sniffle before crawling under the covers and grumbling something about how easy it was for me to say no to sex.
If she only knew that I wanted to fuck my bride more than I wanted to take my next breath. There were only two reasons I was able to hold back—it would be all kinds of wrong to have sex with Addilyn while she was drunk—especially if it wasn’t just the alcohol talking when she called herself a virgin bride—and I wasn’t going to let her out of this bed until I finally had her. But if her little sniffle had turned into outright tears and she hadn’t fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, I wasn’t one hundred percent certain that I wouldn’t have caved into our mutual need.